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fuck it. be creative even if you never really *make* anything. write out plot synopses of stories and then move on. design OCs you'll never use. make mood boards and concept art and don't do anything with them. life's too short to forget everything that inspired you and creation doesn't have to be "complete" to be worth the time you put into it.
It doesn't matter if that fic has been in your drafts for years and is now self-indulgent to the point of parody. If Steven Moffatt is allowed to do it professionally, you are allowed to do it for fun.
Fav skz moments // Felix's Fruits™
“I’m going to change more than before, A good person more and more, a better person more and more, With the morning dew, burying my anger in the past.” STILL LIFE (2022), BIGBANG.
Oh, Worm?
adventures of the 13 loser group chat
smau oneshot, ot13 (yes all of them at once) x reader
genres: comedy, romance, tomfoolery & dumbassery; ursa's dry humour
Hear me out, minsunglix 3some
minsunglix threeway save me…
(ngl i shouldve made it more intense, this is pretty tame)
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You smiled at his confusion. “When I say ‘orange,’ that means I just tied my hair up.” You stopped before the bedroom door, hand on the knob.
“Okay, and? Does Jeno shout back ‘lemon’ whenever he gets a stiffy?”
a threesome with two doms using you where one degrades you and the other praises you >>>
call that good top, bad top
So it’s been established that vampires can tell a person’s blood type. But can vampires determine.... like, blood alcohol count?
Just *sip* “oh you should not have been driving my dude”
the intimacy between them is overwhelmingly beautiful
VI & CAITLYN finally in ARCANE 2x08
skz when you text them ‘meow’
pairing: ot8 x gn reader warnings: like.. allusions to sex? barely?? nothing explicit though lmao its mostly just jokes screenshot count: 8 (1 per member)
title: haven’t been caught pairing: badboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader word count: 1.7k genres: fluff, established relationship au, high school au, secret relationship warnings: mentions of weed, suggestiveness, one cuss word, not proofread additional: based on the song “good girls” by 5 seconds of summer. also, big thanks to @florence-cvrt for all their help <3
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She’s good at school, she’s never truant She can speak French, I think she’s fluent.
“Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t get your hand off my thigh right this instant, I will tell Mr. Qian to fail you.”
You bring a light slap down on his hand, which is threatening to slide up your skirt. Your boyfriend’s hand immediately leaves your leg, innocently tucking it back into his lap. When you turn to him, his pretty lips are spread into a fake virtuous smile and his long hair barely covers his entertained sparkling eyes. Still, he complains, “Wait until I tell the student body that their vice president is actually violent and manipulative.”
He tsk’s as you show no reaction, instead flipping through the pages of the French textbook. “What would you tell them?”
Donghyuck leans back in his desk chair where the two of you reside in an empty classroom, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before running a hand through his hair. “That even though you walk around school smiling at everyone and kissing teachers’ asses, you love hitting your boyfriend and threatening him.”
“You, my boyfriend?” You laugh at him, eyes never leaving the book. “They’d never believe you.”
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Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”
You can get the same effect of a lens flare with close-detail descriptions, combined with breaks to new paragraphs.
Your slow-motion montage backed by a Gregorian choir can be done with a few technques that all involve repetition.
First is epizeuxis, the repeating of a word for emphasis.
Example:
Falling. Falling. Falling. There was nothing to keep Marie from plunging into the rolling river below. She could only hope for a miracle now, that she would come out alive somehow despite a twenty-foot drop into five-foot-deep water.
Then there’s anaphora, where you write a number of phrases with the same words at the beginning.
There were still mages out there living in terror of shining steel armor emblazoned with the Sword of Mercy.
There were still mages out there being forced by desperation into the clutches of demons.
There were mages out there being threatened with Tranquility as punishment for their disobedience, and the threats were being made good upon.
Mages who had attempted to flee, but knew nothing of the outside world and were forced to return to their prison out of need for sustenance and shelter.
Mages who only desired to find the families they were torn from.
Mages who only wanted to see the sun.
This kind of repetition effectively slows the pace of your writing and puts the focus on that small scene. That’s where you get your slow pan. The same repetition also has a subtle musicality to it depending on the words you use. That’s where you get the same vibe as you might get from a Gregorian choir.
Damn I made relatable reblog- bait post and writer Tumblr went hard with it. This is legitimately very good advice.
For more neat tricks (aka figures of rhetoric) like epizeuxis and anaphora, read THE ELEMENTS OF ELOQUENCE by Mark Forsyth. It’s both educational and delightful, not to mention overflowing with wry wit. Great book.
찬이의 “방” 🐺 200 Episode Special
200!
I looked back at the message I wrote for you almost 2 years ago now, to see what I said. And honestly, I have to agree with past me. It doesn’t feel like that much time has passed since the first day you showed up on VLive and spoke to us so kind and warmly. 200 episodes later, and well now on YouTube, and you are still doing just that. Week after week, being there for us to cheer us up with your laughter and your jokes and your advice and your terrible pick up lines. I still have nothing in my heart but gratitude towards you, Channie. Thank you for continuing to be the most amazing person ever.
Let’s meet each other again next week, okay?
What do you imagine sex with changkyun would be like after world tour? He comes back, both of you miss each other, horny asf.
Warning: S M U T
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He hits you up from the airport, your phone buzzing almost the moment he lands.
Messaging you like: “…how do you want me? slow fuck or hard?”
Sexts you while he’s hanging around, while he’s walking out. Can’t help himself; doing things like that - risky and unconventional - turns him on so bad.
Those paparazzi pictures of him on his phone as he’s leaving the building, that’s him telling you that he’s fifteen minutes away and you better be naked and ready.
Calls you when he’s in the van with the rest of the members and tries to subtly tell you what to do, acting normal as you’re on the other end moaning his name and half orgasming as you pleasure yourself to his calm, seemingly mundane instruction.
It gets him off, builds him up to the point where when he arrives at your apartment, he’s tearing off his clothes without even closing your door over.
He finds you sitting on your bedroom window ledge, completely naked, and he immediately drops to his knees between your legs and begins eating you, two fingers pushing inside you, working you in that sweet way he knows you love.
Because who can be bothered with kisses and cuddles and words when you could have orgasms?
He pushes your naked back against the glass, not giving a single fuck who might be able to see you from the street below.
He pushes your legs wide with his hands and your fingers find their way to the roots of his hair and you’re overcome by his familiar presence, his familiar touch and smell and tongue.
You hear him fiddling with his belt, hear the clinking of the metal and the pushing and rush of cotton getting pushed down, and you breathe his name like a prayer, like a sigh of relief.
And when he looks up at you from between your thighs with those piercing eyes, mouth leaving your skin and fingers pushing deeper, and says: “You want your fucking present, baby?” in that deep voice you haven’t heard so close in too long, you come around his fingers.
Hard.
And he chuckles, nibbling your skin with sharp teeth, breathing against you: “… you need it, don’t you, baby? You need it so damn badly…”
You’re seeing stars, your body jolting, and Kyun’s coaxing every last clench out of you.
“Tell me you need it. Tell me how fucking badly you need it and I’ll give it to you. Hard, slow, I’ll give it to you until you break, baby. I’ll do you right until it’s fucking wrong.”
You curse, needing him to make you feel this way, needing him to make your body sing like this after so many nights of aching for his attention, for his desire.
“How do you want it?” he asks you, and you slide off the ledge onto shaking legs and turn yourself so that he’s behind you, your elbows resting on the place you sat, your face pressed against the cool glass.
“Fuck, you want it deep, don’t you?” he breathes, taking hold of your waist as you groan, desperate to feel him in you, desperate for that familiar pleasure to spread through your stomach.
You feel the tip of him, his breaths ragged and uneven as his hands spread across your bare back. Between your knees, you feel the crumple of his black jeans, tangled around his own.
“Sit back on it, baby.” he tells you, pulling you back against him ever so slightly.
And you moan as you slide down onto him, his hands clamping your hands behind your back and his mouth sucking the back of your neck.
